Hey everyone! We're back with another chapter and it only took me less than 2 weeks to get it to you guys hahahahaha. So last chapter I decided to kind of create a mini saga of my own. Instead of Garlic Jr and that whole fiasco, I've come up with something nice for you guys. I hope you'll like it.
Piccolo has been attacked! He has already called for help, but will it be enough? Can Piccolo survive long enough? Find out this and more on this chapter of Dragon Ball: BtG!
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AtlasStelle1: Thank you for your review! And I have thought about some out of the box transformations if I can make them work. But it's interesting...I never thought of mixing SsG and Ssj4 for the reason you listed and it does have merit. Something to think about...Thanks for the idea! A pure Saiyan transformation. I think you might have made a character more...Important down the line. I'm really thinking about this now... Enjoy this chapter and look forward to more conversations about other transformations :-D
Age: May 15, 763
Location: South City
Eric Clark had just left the gym, getting his evening workout done. He was draped in sweat as he made his way back to his small apartment. Only a short distance away, he considered it his last workout of the night. A brisk 8-minute run would loosen up whatever muscles were still tight. His hands hurt as he clenched his fists, having hit the heavy bag until he could barely lift his arms anymore, but he was confident he could take Bobby Lee Jenkins in the rematch. They were scheduled to fight on June 7. If he could get the upset, he may break into the top 50 Heavyweights in the world! Standing just over 6 feet tall and weighing 213 pounds, he was on the small side of the Heavyweights. Hell, 'Giant' Lee Burleson was considered small and he was 6'4" 225!
The rematch should go in his favor, anyway. With a record of 16-9-2, he didn't expect much in the way of prospects when it came to getting to the heavyweight championship. He had already suffered a crushing knockout to Jenkins 5 months ago, and before that he got beaten to a pulp by Ike Tyson, a stout newcomer, suffering a vicious liver shot to the body to put him away in the 2nd. His trainer, a middle-aged balding man by the name of Gus D'Amato, stated in front of the cameras that Ike's 29-0, 28 Knockout record wasn't for show, and that anyone, new or old, could challenge him. After his vicious display against Tank Bruno, many who thought that he could stand toe to toe with Tyson were silenced. The 2nd round knockout was as much of a call-out as it was a statement.
'Tyson would destroy Jenkins. I give it one minute, tops! After what he did to Arch Elmers, or Larry J, or hell, I saw what he did to Rock Graziano in February! I should retire now!'
Making it to his apartment, Eric unlocked the door, stepping into his quaint living space. Being a middle-of-the-road heavyweight contender, his belongings were meager, and if he would admit, quite spartan. But it was home, and it wouldn't do well to complain.
After grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to relax in and a hot shower, Eric sat on his couch. Debating on what to do for the rest of the night, he looked down at his table, remembering the newspapers and magazines from the mail earlier. He looked back at his TV, his game system below. 'Damn, I really gotta get back into that Citizen Mallice 2 again.' Shaking his head at the thought of running for his life from Mister X, he picked up the newspaper, fumbling for the funnies. 'God my life sucks.'
He was single, had no kids, an on-the-way-down journeyman boxer with no chance of cracking the Top 25 Heavyweights. Yeah, he was well on his way.
"What's this shit?" Eric squinted at the fine print, noticing an odd set of articles on the page before the funnies.
Want to make 100,000 Zeni?
A series of tests for future Human Advancement is in the works!
Testing is to be held May 16 from 08:00 AM To 2:00 PM.
Address: 10267 Ribbon Parkway
Look for the sign that reads: 'Maki's Genetics'
Please bring available medical files, identification, etc. If not available, there are other options!
You have nothing to lose!
There was no number below the ad. No other information about it anywhere else on the page. Eric flipped the page, looking for any other info. Giving up on the newspaper, Eric pulled out his phone, making sure his Wi-Fi was connected. There were rumors about Capsule Corp possibly coming out with a new prototype that would be light years ahead of Wi-Fi, but he wouldn't keep his hopes up about it. Getting on the GPS, he looked up the address.
"Only twenty-five minutes away. Hmm. Damn. Hundred thousand huh? That'll get me out of this shithole. Damn. This reeks." Eric kept mumbling to himself about it. 100,000 Zenny would afford this apartment for years. Hell, he could get a car finally. Since his mother's passing from cancer in early 59', he had to forgo the junker she left behind. And his father? If he ever saw the man again, he would punch his teeth out.
Eric had no family. His younger sister died in a car wreck when he was 10, and his father, injured and slow to recover from the accident, wound up drinking himself into a hole of debt, leaving the family soon after with guilt. If he was dead, Eric wouldn't miss him. Neither side of his family's parents were alive, and both were only children. So now, it was just Eric, flailing in his boxing career, looking for a spark of something to move his life forward.
"Well…Shit…Got nothin' left to lose." Putting the address in his phone, he saved it, getting up and getting things ready for tomorrow. He wanted to get to this place early…
Eric did not get a good night's sleep, a touch of nervousness still flitted across his mind as he got up, got a hot shower, threw some jogging clothes on, and got breakfast going. A simple meal really. A quick bacon and egg bagel. He looked at his watch.
7:20 AM. 'Good. I can leave by 7:30 and make it with a few minutes to spare.'
He left roughly 10 minutes later, lucky that the building was not too far. He wanted to get there as soon as possible.
Who knew how many people would want to get their hands on 100 grand? By 7:53, he had made it to the address on his GPS. If he was driving, he likely would have missed it. A nondescript, plain dome of a building, no bigger than a standard office building. As he walked up to the building, he saw 3 other people next to the door. One was a middle-aged man. If Eric were guessing, he was close to 50. He was short, stout with balding hair and thick glasses. The other 2, both women, were talking to each other in a hushed tone. They both stopped as Eric approached. One he found attractive instantly. She was tall, and thin with blond hair while the other was shorter, curvier with brunette hair.
"The West City Hand Grenade?" Eric snapped his head to the middle-aged man, who instantly waved over to him. Surprised to be recognized so easily, he approached the trio.
"Didn't think I'd be recognized around here."
"Hell, son, my boy and I are fans! Name's Arnold." Arnold held his hand out to shake, which Eric took kindly.
"If it helps, I thought you had Tyson finished in the first round."
"Ehh, I'm thinking about goin back down to Cruiserweight."
"Wow, you're a boxer?" One of the girls, the blonde asked.
"Yeah, it's the West City Hand Grenade! Remember I told you about my friend Terry who won that twenty-five thousand?" The brunette said to the blonde.
"Oh yeah!"
"Tw-twenty five thousand?" Eric asked, eyebrows nearly touching the top of his head.
"Totally! My friend wants to buy you a beer for making it past the first round against Raw Iron Ike Tyson." The blonde smiled, making Eric's face droop.
"Oh...Well thanks, I guess." Eric muttered, turning away from the girls who went back to talking amongst themselves.
"So I thought there'd be more people for this?" Eric asked Arnold, who shrugged.
"The ad's been on a continuous run for the last few months. Been so busy at my job that I haven't been able to get out here. This the first Saturday I've had off and I finally got a chance to make some real retirement money. Not gonna waste my chance! The guy who runs this has turned down a lot of people!" Arnold smiled. Nothing more was said as the door opened, allowing Eric to see a receptionist.
"Please come in, right this way." Eric couldn't help but feel a little... off put about the woman. Her eyes seemed unnaturally large, and they were blue. Too blue...
He shrugged his shoulders, following Arnold and the other 2 young women inside.
"Men will go to the right, women to the left. Have a good day and may you be selected for future developments under the good Doctor."
The woman walked back around her desk, taking a seat and putting on a set of headphones, looking at her screen. She didn't look up again.
"Well...Uhh, guess we find out what we're made of." Eric said, turning away from the less chatty girls.
"Spose so. Say uhh, did you feel this nervous when you fought Ike?" Arnold asked him.
"This does feel a bit...ominous. Pretty much yeah. Ike's a savage. What the hell was I supposed to do? I had a puncher's chance, at best." They walked down the hallway for another 30 seconds before a pair of signs were placed at a cross-intersection with 2 different paths. There was an arrow pointing to the left with the words '30 and Under' and the other sign had an arrow pointing to the right with the words '31 and Over'.
"Well…It was nice to meet ya Hand Grenade. Confident about that rematch next month with Jenkins?" Arthur asked.
"Fuck yeah! I was winning the fight until he caught me with that left. I just have to be more careful. Nice to meet you too. Hey uhh, maybe after we get done with this testing thing, I can get you and your boy some tickets." Eric held his hand out, Arthur shaking it eagerly. "I look forward to it. I'll see you around." Arthur released his hand, turning and walking the other way. Eric shrugged as he turned, heading down the walkway. Little did he know what was awaiting him on the other end of the hall…
The old man was typing calculations into the computer. He had already turned down over 400 different applicants. None of them quite fit the specifics that he was looking for. His…assistant, a programmed android designed for limited use, had been stalwart and unknowing, which suited him well. Looking at the next set of applicants through a spy camera, he went back to his other monitor before he took a 2nd look.
"Zoom in sector 16, zone 5." The camera zoomed in on a specific individual. The man typed something into the computer, bringing up a file.
"Hmmm… Eric Clark. Boxer. Hmmm, family life?" He typed a few more things in, a smile slowly creeping on his face as he discovered more and more about this Eric Clark. By the time he had all the information he had, his grin was threatening to rip his face in two.
"Perfect!" He pressed a button on the intercom.
"Android T! Send our applicants in."
"Of course, Doctor Gero."
He would put the other 3 through placebo tests. Boring run-of-the-mill tests that any Doctor would do, would pay them and send them on their way. He didn't want or need the drama of family or loved ones trying to ruin his plans with murder. But this Eric Clark? No family, no kids. No one misses him. He had fans, of course. But a simple, fake story was easy to pass off. He already had a junker car bought and a dummy body ready. He could pay the South City Weekly to run the story.
He looked at his watch. If he timed it, he could program the other Android T's he created to run the placebo tests.
He had his own tests to run…
Eric made it to the door at the end of the next hall. Next to it was a paper sign that typed:
Please step inside and be seated. The testing will begin promptly.
"Simple enough." Eric shrugged, opening the thick, white door. It looked like any nondescript doctor's room. The walls were lined with medical equipment. There was a chair attached to the floor with a white paper that covered it. It even smelled like a doctor's office. The cleanliness of it kind of rubbed Eric the wrong way.
'Hundred grand. Hundred grand. Hundred grand.' He chanted inwardly to himself as he walked over to the chair, and took a seat...
Doctor Gero zoomed in from the camera he had placed in the small pseudo-office.
"Age: 27. Height: 183 centimeters… Weight: 97.2 kilograms. Black hair, buzzed. Eye color…Grey. Perfect. He shall do nicely." The Doctor put his phone away, putting on his apron, some medical gloves, and a mask. 'Have to look the part heh heh heh heh.' The Doctor's sinister intentions were wiped off his face with the mask he put on, entering the room.
"Eric Clark?"
"Hm? Yeah that's me. How'd you know my name anyway?" Eric asked.
"Oh, not to worry young man. My name is Doctor Maki. I'll be your attending physician for your tests today. As for your question, my camera installed in this very room has been fitted with advanced technology, capable of giving me the details I need to configure a detailed description of my exp-subject." The man didn't notice the Doctor's slip, distracted by the monitor in front of him. He also didn't need to know that the chair he sat in was also advanced...
"Ahh, gotcha. So uh, how long am I gonna be here for?"
Doctor Gero smirked under his mask. 'Who says you'll ever leave? Heh heh heh heh heh.'
"That depends, young man. I have a few tests I must run first. Reactions to certain stimulants, reaction times, motor functions, that sort of thing. First I must administer this placebo." The Doctor flicked the syringe in front of Eric.
"I guess. Long as it's not a steroid. I got a fight coming in three weeks. Can't have that stuff in my system." Eric said. The Doctor rubbed his arm, looking for a vein. Eric found the feeling...Odd. The Doctor kept moving his hand along his arm, making him even more uncomfortable when he didn't answer.
"D-Doctor Maki?" Eric asked with a raised eyebrow. The Doctor looked at him, steel-colored eyes meeting his own.
"I'm sorry, Mister Clark. Here we go. You shouldn't feel a thing." Doctor Gero placed the needle in Eric's arm, puncturing it and allowing the extremely powerful sedative to pour through his system.
"By the way, I must say, you will make a fine specimen for Project Ten heh heh heh heh." Doctor Gero dropped the facade, allowing his slithering self to peek out beneath the mask as he chuckled.
Eric Clark did not know what to think, but as Doctor Gero walked over to the other side, pulling out thick, durable straps, the horror began to creep into his veins. And it was made worse when he went to reach for the Doctor but found his motor skills severely compromised.
"Wh-What dddid y-you give...me?" Eric was succumbing to the drug in his system, feeling himself growing exhausted very quickly.
"Heh heh heh heh heh not to worry Eric. Not to worry heh heh heh heh...Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" It was the laugh of terror for Eric as black covered his vision, sending him to the land of unconsciousness!...
June 3, 763
Doctor Gero had made incredible progress. He had already canceled the newspaper ad and now was well on his way to completing the first battery of tests for Android 10.
"The subject, Eric Clark, died on May 16 of 763 after a series of tests that proved too extreme for his human physiology to handle. After installing the necessary parts needed, he was resuscitated two days later. His memory has been wiped and with it has come the behavioral programming that must be installed. Android 10 has been the perfect test subject for my future cyborg implementations. However, some... unforeseen side effects have taken root. I will explain further in a future log." Doctor Gero stopped the recording, turning and walking over to the chamber that held his newest Android.
No longer was the 'West City Hand Grenade' Eric Clark recognizable to anyone who would see him in the street. His buzzed black hair had fallen out, leaving a bald head behind. But it wasn't just that. His body had also begun to change. His muscles had enlarged by a factor of 3. He had also grown taller, easily standing 6 and a half feet tall. His skin had also begun to gray as his eyes had slowly whitened.
"Bring Android Ten to a functional state." Doctor Gero said, pressing a few buttons. He felt far more comfortable with his lab in the mountains than he ever did in the city...
Pain.
Agony.
Suffering.
He had never screamed so much. His vocal cords were stretched to their max, so raw from the tremendous pain he was suffering. He remembered waking up again in the strange Doctor's office. Except it wasn't his office. Not anymore. But that was the last memory. His hands had been strapped down, as well as his legs, back nearly breaking in half from the horrific experiments that were taking place. He didn't notice his hair fall out, nor did he notice anything else, passing out from the pain constantly. Finally, he thought it was over when the Doctor went too far, splitting his body open along the middle without any kind of sedative. The procedure, far too great for him to fight through, was the end for him. Eric Clark was dead...
The...android's eyes slowly opened, seeing his visage in the glass mirror. Weeks ago, he would have screamed in horror, but now, he showed no surprise.
"The precursor to my future cyborg projects is a resounding success. Android Ten is waking. I am going to ask him a series of questions now." Doctor Gero turned off the recorder, putting it in his pocket as he stared up at his newest creation.
"Android Ten, state your purpose."
"My purpose is to serve Dr. Gero and The Red Ribbon Army in all its endeavors." The Android answered, its voice deep and emotionless.
"Excellent! Now, what are the commands outlined in your program?"
"Objective One: Eliminate Goku."
"Objective Two: Discover the Anomaly. Secure if necessary, destroy if securement is unachievable.
"Objective Three: Prepare Planet Earth for...Grr...Prepare...Planet...Earth..."
"Blast it!" Doctor Gero cursed, throwing his notepad across the room. The Behavioral Matrix was malfunctioning. Android Ten stood straight, pressing his fingers to the thick glass.
"Stand down, Ten!" The Doctor ordered, but the Android ignored it, pressing harder.
"Cl-Cl-Claaaaaaaaaaaark!" A loud crack echoed as the glass separating Android 10 from the Doctor started to splinter. Desperately, Doctor Gero hit the emergency button next to the monitor. A massive amount of gas built up within the chamber, weakening Android 10's resistance. His hits to the glass became weaker until finally, seconds later, he fell back into unconsciousness. Doctor Gero let out a breath of triumph, before looking at his creation and shaking his head. He wouldn't give up on Android 10...
Months.
It had taken months.
The new year had come and went. Doctor Gero did not spend the holidays with anyone. He wouldn't bother anymore since his wife Vomi died. He and one of his sons, Gebo, had been estranged for years because of her death. The mysterious circumstances surrounding it never sat right with the boy, and the Doctor would never tell him what happened to her... He couldn't... But it didn't change what happened to him. What he didn't deserve to have happened to him.
Back to his subject at hand, Android 10 was ready once again to be awakened. The Behavioral Matrix needed a lot of fine-tuning, but the Doctor was confident he had it figured out.
"Run systems diagnostics."
Doctor Gero rubbed his eyes. He was getting tired. His latest scans of the warriors' power had his concerns greatly rising. But he still couldn't track Goku or the Anomaly for some reason. Not to mention another 4 dozen of his Scanning Bugs were destroyed.
"Diagnostics complete. The system shows a slight glitch. Behavioral Matrix: Section 02657 Zone 7. Acceptable within specified parameters. Can proceed with Activation."
The Doctor expected this, typing some calculations. It was as he thought. Android 10's memory wipe had mostly worked, but it would not hinder the plan. This was a test run. If he couldn't get his hands on the Anomaly or Goku, then his friends and his son would do just fine. 'Goku will come back to his pathetic friends and family dead! Then perhaps, he will feel just a taste of what I have! But oh no Goku. No no no no no... I have so much more for you. Once you are dead, I will have your body brought here. And then...Then I will turn you against this Planet. My plans for World Domination are the most ironic indeed heh heh heh heh heh... Using Earth's Savior as its new Tormentor. And he will be my puppet to control!'
"Proceed with Android Ten's Reactivation!" Doctor Gero commanded his computer. Moments later, a series of beeps filled the room as the Pod that housed Android 10 began to open...
He opened his eyes, hollow and white. Looking around, he saw the small human, mouth wide open in glee and anticipation. The glass opened in front of him, allowing him a clear view of the small room.
"Android Ten, step out in front so that I may run a final diagnostic on your system."
The Android complied, taking a heavy step out of the pod. His naked body glistened in leftover condensation from his pod, but he was unaffected. At 7 feet 2 inches tall, and weighing over 400 pounds, he was a towering wall of muscle. The fat that was once there had been burned away, his body holding pure muscle. Doctor Gero hoped the modifications would make his body much more durable.
He watched as the Doctor, his creator, placed a device over his chest.
"I was not anticipating your...mutation, Android Ten. But it is as I had hoped. Your body adapted well to the changes. What is your mission?"
"Kill Goku. Find and recover the Anomaly. Eliminate all hostiles. Prepare Planet Earth for the Red Ribbon Army's Return."
"Excellent Android Ten! Wonderful! Indeed you have come a long way! I have programmed a set of immediate instructions for you. Please state them."
The Android stood there, staring blankly ahead for several moments.
"Unacceptable."
"Wh-What? I said to state them, now Ten!" The Doctor demanded.
"The orders are acceptable. But it is..." The Android looked down at himself for several moments before shaking his head.
"I require a set of clothes."
Doctor Gero fell over for several seconds, seizing up. He jumped up quickly, smoke nearly leaving his reddening face.
"I WILL PROVIDE YOU CLOTHES! NOW STATE YOUR IMMEDIATE ORDERS!" The Android looked unbothered by his creator's yelling, looking back straight again.
"Immediate instructions state to target the family of Goku. Eliminate Chi-Chi, the wife of Goku. If the Demon King Piccolo is encountered, kill and discard. If Goku's progeny, Gohan is in the immediate vicinity, make parameters around secondary order to capture and or kill. After the success of the immediate mission, proceed with targeting associates of Goku. Names include Krillin, Roshi, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha. The success of the mission...Percentage well within parameters."
Doctor Gero saw the final diagnostic being run. '97 percent chance of success...Excellent. Now I'll just have to worry about Goku.'
"Excellent Android Ten. Now then, I shall fetch you some necessary clothes."
"Unacceptable." The Android glared at the Doctor, daring him to argue against him.
"Now Ten, don't make me deactivate you! You know I have the means!" Android 10 didn't look bothered, instead taking heavy steps forward until he towered over the Doctor, making Gero feel so very small. He pulled out the small device, readying to use it, but Android 10 reached around him, touching the monitor.
"I...Will pick the clothes."...
Doctor Gero was not arguing with his subject. He about had a stroke when Android 10 sat in front of the machine and pulled up the Internet, looking on the catalog.
it was a simple matter of sending one of his basic Android units to the nearest town to pick up what Android 10 requested.
Looking at the stuff now, Doctor Gero was in disbelief as the Android put on the stretchy black shirt over his massive bare chest. It molded well to his now grey skin. Next was the black pants. He ordered the biggest size he could find. Putting them on and strapping the belt around, he found the clothes acceptable. He next sat down, reaching for the steel-toed boots. They were heavy, heavy enough that he set them down and a CLUNK echoed in the lab. He placed his feet in them, using his massive hands to tie the shoes with a simple bow. Grabbing the black gloves on the bench next to him, he slipped them on, closing his fist around them tight.
"Are you satisfied with your attire, Ten?" Doctor Gero asked impatiently, watching as the Android stood back up next grabbing the massive, dark green trench coat, flipping it around. Gero had to move his body back as the end of the long coat swept around. "Be careful Ten! Are you trying to kill me?" Doctor Gero slapped his head, rubbing it near raw. The Android turned around, looking in the mirror that was set up. He didn't know how long he had been...alive, but now, he felt...Good. A rare emotion crept through as a small, withdrawn smile came along his face. He looked down at the final piece of attire. He debated on this one, narrowing his cold eyes at it. The black fedora waited for him as he grabbed it, looking at it for several moments.
He tossed it to the side. It would do him no good for his mission. He turned back to his creator.
"Stop."
Doctor Gero's breath came up short, eyes widening at the sudden lack of control.
"A-Android Ten? Wh-What do you mean, stop?"
The Android looked down at his hands, closing his fists once again, ignoring the question.
"Gahh...Fine. Your attire is...acceptable I suppose. However, I have one final thing to add to it." Doctor Gero reached for the Red Ribbon Insignia Patch. He quickly stitched it onto the trench coat, reaching up and over as Android 10 continued to look at his hands. His days of fearing an attack from the Android had long ago passed.
"There you go. Now then, are you ready to begin your mission, Android Ten?"
"Android Ten is unacceptable." The Android said in a deep monotone voice before turning and walking back to the mirror, heavy footsteps clanking the metallic ground.
"Ooh? Then what should you be called?" The Doctor asked, crossing his arms impatiently. 'Interesting…he still maintains a small bit of his personality!'
The Android turned back, a small smile gracing his lips once again...
Cue: DMX- X Gon' Give It To You (I had to!)
"You will call me Mister X." That was all the Android said as he ran after Piccolo, heavy footfalls cratering the ground.
Piccolo grunted, moving back as the Android reached him, knocking Mister X's hand aside with effort before a backhand from the Android slammed into Piccolo's jaw, knocking him loopy. He barely had time to react before he was grabbed by the neck, a choked gasp barely escaping from him. Piccolo wheezed as he desperately extended one of his arms, wrapping it around X's face. The Android let go of the Namekian, struggling for a few moments. Piccolo was still dazed, but not enough to sense danger as he felt the Android's hands reach for his arm.
"I don't think so!" Piccolo yanked the heavy Android forward, making it stumble as it released its grip on his arm.
BAM
Piccolo slammed a fist into the Android's stomach, driving it back a few feet. Piccolo brought his fist back, surprised at the numb feeling. 'Feels like I'm hitting a solid mass of muscle!' He had no more time to shake the numbness away before Mister X charged forward, his heavy footfalls tearing the ground beneath him.
"No more running!" Piccolo said, flying forward. He slammed an elbow into the reaching android's face, followed up with an uppercut to his jaw. Piccolo smashed the android with a sweeping kick to the chin, making him stumble back. Piccolo went for another punch, but the android caught his fist. Mister X next grabbed Piccolo by the head, running him forward until he slammed him through a set of trees.
BAM
"AUCK!" Blood shot out of Piccolo's mouth as Mister X brought up his massive boot, pushing it so hard into the namekian's chest, that he was surprised it hadn't been run through. He was sent tumbling hard into the ground. Barely having any time to react, Piccolo rolled his body as Mister X stomped his foot where his head was.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" In desperation, Piccolo let loose an Explosive Demon Wave. It destroyed a part of the forest, throwing up smoke everywhere. Piccolo made it to his feet slowly, coughing out spit as he looked around. 'It f-fights at close range. Must keep-'
"Wha-"
Mister X charged out of the smoke cloud, shoulder charging the Namekian into a burning tree. The android's jacket smoldered under the intense heat but looked undamaged otherwise. Mister X rose, uppercutting Piccolo in the stomach. Piccolo gasped in agony before Mister X smashed his fist into the Namekian's face. Piccolo was sent flying away from the burning edge of the forest, out to the other side as he smashed into the ground. Heavy footfalls followed as Mister X bounded out of the forest, rushing the Namekian as he made his way to his feet. Soccer kicking the Namekian up, Mister X let loose a punch to Piccolo's stomach, making him spit out more blood as he was sent crashing into the ground a short distance away. Mister X slowly walked to his prey, watching as Piccolo slowly rose to his feet, coughing out more blood.
"A-Alright enough games! It's time to get serious!" Piccolo roared out, sending white waves of energy into the sky. Piccolo phased away, appearing next to Mister X and clocking him in the jaw, next turning and unleashing an elbow into the android's neck. Mister X stumbled forward, turning quickly and unleashing a straight punch that would've ended Piccolo if it hadn't been telegraphed. Piccolo sidestepped it, grabbing the arm as it flew by with both arms, locking it. Piccolo went to break the arm, pulling away and attempting to fly, but the android was stalwart, slamming his heavy feet into the ground and pulling Piccolo back down.
BAM
"AGH!" Piccolo went flying forward from a vicious punch to his spine from the other fist. Piccolo fell forward, rolling over and flipping back up quick enough to block an incoming uppercut from Mister X, sending him into the air. Piccolo righted himself, shaking the numbness from his hands. 'H-his punches are so heavy! D-Damn this thing!'
"Let's see how you like this, monster." Piccolo raised both hands above his head, yellow energy sparking dangerously. Mister X looked up, unmoving.
"MASENKO!" It reached the android in a short couple of seconds, throwing up a massive explosion of smoke and ash. The smoke reached skyward where Piccolo was, but the Namekian couldn't see anything. At least not at first. Seconds later, he started seeing a silhouette.
"Damn it!" Piccolo snarled in frustration as Mister X appeared unharmed. 'This guy is worse than Recoome!'
Piccolo was running out of options fast, but before despair could set in, he sensed something coming, and it gave him a small bit of relief.
"Attack...Substantial. Commence to killing Demon King Piccolo!" Mister X cracked the ground as he shot off into the air, reaching Piccolo within a second. Piccolo reacted out of terrified instinct, pushing off the charging android's body as he moved just enough to the side, firing yellow blasts at the behemoth. They impacted, but it didn't matter as the android tanked them, reaching for Piccolo through the smoke layer. Piccolo smashed the hand away, flying up and slamming a knee dead center into Mister X's face.
"HAH!" Piccolo clasped his hands together, slamming them full strength into the top of the android's forehead, sending Mister X toward the ground. The ground cratered under the android's heavy weight. But the eyes were unmoving, unyielding. Mister X made it back to his feet, about to go back on the attack before a sound reached his ears, turning as a yellow ball of energy exploded on his cheek. He wiped away the smoke but more energy blasts started making their way in.
"OX BEAM!" Chi-Chi unleashed her attack, throwing up another explosion. Gohan flew to Mister Piccolo, sword in hand.
"Mister Piccolo! Are you alright?" Gohan asked, worried as his teacher took heavy breaths.
"I-I'm fine Gohan. This...This thing is unnatural. I can't feel its energy." Chi-Chi flew over, concern on her face for Piccolo's wilted state. Reaching into her side pocket on her dress, she pulled out a senzu bean. Piccolo took it gratefully, chomping down on it quickly. He felt rejuvenated, the internal injuries that were already slowly stitching back together healed completely. Piccolo cracked his neck, looking down as the smoke started to clear. All 3 warriors could see the silhouette rising once again. As they got ready to fight again, 6 electrified energy balls hit Mister X, who barely had enough time to put his arms up to block himself, throwing up another massive explosion.
"Hey guys!"
"We got your message. Got here as fast as we could. You three alright?" Master Roshi said. The master and student landed as Piccolo and the others came down to regroup.
"Took you long enough, but yeah, I'm fine now. This thing... I think it was using tactics to sneak to Mount Paozu. I heard it this morning. I didn't know what it was until it burst out of the water on me."
The group heard slow, heavy footfalls as Mister X emerged from the smoke, his trench coat burned in several places, but otherwise, he was unharmed.
"Kami he's a tank! Even a combined attack didn't do anything!" Krillin said in disbelief. Master Roshi raised an eyebrow, watching as Mister X looked at each of them before he raised his fists and began to bounce on his feet.
"A boxer's stance?" The master watched as Mister X fluidly continued to bounce on his feet, but not moving forward.
"What is he...doing?" Gohan asked in confusion.
"It's waiting for us to attack it!" Piccolo guessed before looking at each of the fighters. He wasn't sure if they could take this thing together.
He didn't wait to figure it out, charging forward first. He threw a fist forward, but Mister X slipped it, countering with a punch that nearly ran through Piccolo. He spat out blood as he stumbled back. Krillin yelled out as he multiplied his power. His red aura in tandem with Master Roshi's white aura. They attacked from both sides as Mister X started blocking them both.
"HAAAAH!" Gohan yelled, rushing forward like a bullet, he used his entire body feet first, slamming into Mister X's jaw. The behemoth stumbled back as he held his face for a few moments.
"Nice shot Gohan!" Master Roshi called out as Mister X came back, extending his hand toward the boy.
"NOT TODAY!" Piccolo shouted, extending one of his arms out. It wrapped around Mister X's hand. The android pulled his hand up, yanking forward the namekian. Piccolo released his arm from Mister X, phasing away before he could be grabbed.
Chi-Chi made her move, phasing behind the android while it was distracted. She took the bottom part of her long dress off, getting behind Mister X, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, taking the dress and wrapping it around Mister X's face. Before she could jump off, Mister X reached back, grabbing the woman with a strong grip and pulling her off of him, slamming her body into the ground hard enough to crack it. She bounced away, falling unconscious. The sight of it made Gohan's teeth grit in anger.
Mister X ripped the dress off of his face, only to be smashed in the face by Gohan's small fist. The anger coming off of the boy sent red sparks of electrical energy off of him, hitting the behemoth with his fists. Mister X could barely react as the boy bounded away, coming back with vicious uppercuts with his small fists into his massive body. Mister X went to grab the boy, but Krillin and Master Roshi both flew in, kicking the android in the face and making it stumble back.
"TOGETHER GUYS!" Master Roshi, Krillin, and Gohan put their arms back in sync, blue energy charging between their hands.
Mister X shook his head, looking at the three with a livid snarl. For the first time, he was now angry!
"KAMEHAMEHAAAAAAAAAAAA!" All three yelled, the three blue beams coalescing into a massive tidal wave of blue energy. Mister X's eyes widened momentarily before the beam came upon him. Getting into the boxing stance, he reared back his right hand. The punch that came from him collided with the blast, holding it back.
"N-No way!" Piccolo snarled in frustration. Extending one of his hands around Mister X's, he wrapped it around several times, struggling to pull the fist away. "D-Damn…you! Just give up already!" Mister X held the blast back with his other hand, yanking Piccolo over to it.
"MISTER PICCOLO!"
Piccolo was smarter than that, already anticipating the android trying to use him as a shield. Which is why he, with every bit of his energy, managed to swerve himself around Misfer X, getting behind him.
"Thought you'd use me to tank this blast, did you? Guess...AGAIN!" Mister X struggled to hold the blast, with Piccolo behind him now yelling, the android's hollow, white eyes widened as yellow energy erupted from the Namekian's mouth. Piccolo released Mister X, flying back and intensifying the blast, nearly doubling in size. It smashed dead center into Mister X's back. Seconds later, Mister X disappeared in a flash of light from the massive explosion at the epicenter. Thankful to have gotten out of the forest, Gohan disengaged his blast, finding his mother's unconscious body that nearly blew away, pulling her down and covering them both in an energy shield. Smoke billowed in all directions. The land around everyone quaked for many moments, the dust still obscuring everything.
"Tell me that was enough!" Krillin said. Seconds later, there was a heavy footfall, followed by another slow, heavy step.
His jacket had been mostly destroyed. There were marks all over his body. His face had also had a few burns as well. His body was still on fire as he walked through the smoke.
"Just had to say something didn't you, Monk!" Piccolo snarled. Each fighter could see the now hulking mass that Mister X was. His broad chest looked like it could bounce a planet off of it. The veins protruding up and down his bulky arms flexed as Mister X started walking faster. Gohan looked behind him, seeing that his mother had still not awoken yet.
"SCATTER!" Piccolo, sensing the boy's concern, decided to try to divide the android's attention. As he did, he sensed a pair of powers not far away. More hands to help with the monstrosity, all the better.
Mister X looked as each of the 4 fighters separated in different directions, leaving Chi-Chi's unconscious body behind. Mister X looked back at her for a couple of seconds.
"UP HERE YA UGLY GOLEM!" Master Roshi yelled up, silently hoping there was still an ounce of emotion in the android. His hunch was right as Mister X snarled, running at him before leaping. "Oh boy!" Master Roshi flew back as the android went to reach out for him. The master corkscrewed around the massive arm, slamming an elbow into Mister X's jaw, turning his head. The barely affected android turned his head back.
"Heh heh heh heh…uhh, hi?" Master Roshi gave his best Cheshire grin. The android was not amused, sending a punch that would've torn Master Roshi in half had he not afterimaged away in the nick of time.
"DESTRUCTO DISK!" Krillin yelled, launching his yellow disc of death toward Mister X. The android flew toward it, punching the disc into particles and grabbing Krillin by his face. His muffled screams did little to lessen the impact his back felt as his body was slammed into the ground. Mister X held onto his face, squeezing. Krillin felt like his skull was starting to crack as he began screaming.
"HAAAAH!"
Gohan arrived just in time, his sword in hand as he plunged it into Mister X's back. It barely managed to slide a couple of inches in, but it was enough to make the android lose his grip on Krillin, reaching for the sword. Gohan stayed on his back, igniting his sword with yellow energy. The android's back flared as he turned toward a boulder close by. Gohan looked behind him, his eyes wide as he saw what the android was about to do. He leaped, getting away as the android plunged through the rock, also driving the yellow-laden energy sword through the rest of his body.
Mister X looked down at the energy sword sticking out of his chest. About to grab it, it sparked dangerously on his hand, forcing it away.
"THIS IS FOR MY MOTHER!" Gohan yelled, holding out both hands. His sword turned white, becoming hotter. He liked that sword, but his teacher could make him another! The android chanced it, pulling at the sword as it exploded into pieces, blowing the android back into the ground several dozen feet. Falling to a knee, it held the area the sword exploded from, blood gushing from the wound.
"If it can bleed, it can die!" Piccolo stated.
"Right!" Gohan said, clenching a fist, ready to go on the offense.
"Wait a second. Something about this-"
Before Master Roshi could finish, Piccolo and Gohan both rushed forward. But they didn't see Mister X's notice of them. Nor were they ready for the swift movement of him reaching out.
Master Roshi and Krillin watched in horror as both Piccolo and Gohan were yanked out of their attack with hands around their necks, and both slammed to the ground with force. Mister X said nothing, squeezing as both warriors struggled in his immense grasp.
"Go-go…Go-" Piccolo struggled to choke out Gohan's name as black filled his vision. He saw the boy was already passed out. Only seconds away-
BOOM
A red-hued ball of yellow energy smashed into Mister X's face, splashing over it as another came in, followed by another yellow blast, this one making the 2nd ball explode in a backward cone, forcing Mister X off of Piccolo and Gohan. The android slid back nearly 50 feet, slamming his hands into the ground and slowly making his way back to his feet.
Yamcha and Sarada landed near the pair as they were coughing and also getting vertical. Master Roshi and Krillin landed nearby as well.
"Yamcha! Sarada! You sensed what was going on?" Master Roshi knowingly asked.
"Of course! Wouldn't miss it for the world." Yamcha said sarcastically. Sarada and Piccolo eyed each other as Piccolo stood at his full height.
"Soon, giant." That was all Sarada said before she looked the other way, crossing her arms. Piccolo wasn't bothered, ignoring her for the moment as Mister X stood at his full height once again.
"What is it?" Yamcha asked, igniting his aura red and slowly climbing.
"Best guess? Some kind of…android. A cyborg maybe? It's a walking tank. Its speed is deceptive so be on your guard. Try to avoid its punches! They're…they're heavy. Much heavier than his kicks. I haven't seen him use any energy attacks but that doesn't mean he-DODGE!" Piccolo yelled as Mister X started running toward them. Each of the warriors scattered in different directions. Yamcha and Sarada both loaded yellow blasts in their hands, sending them down toward the behemoth, but he ran through them, leaping in the air!
"SHI-" Yamcha was hit full force, shoulder charged and sent skyward clutching his stomach as blood rushed from his mouth. Mister X went after him, but Krillin and Sarada caught up to him, each grabbing a leg and distracting him.
"HAAA!" Gohan and Piccolo yelled, each slamming a fist as hard as they could into Mister X's face as Master Roshi came in from above, driving his feet into the center of the android's face multiple times. Krillin and Sarada started pulling Mister X down as he was still distracted, swiping away at Master Roshi, who barely managed to see it coming and flew up. Yamcha, angry as hell, came in with his claws, hitting Mister X, slashing across his face. Mister X was about to throw the pair off of his legs before Piccolo and Gohan both hit Mister X again, this time with kicks, each barreling him over in combination with Krillin and Sarada both pulling him down, they both pumped their energy to the max, using their strength and sending the behemoth into the ground, sending rock everywhere!
"THAT WON'T HOLD HIM DOWN!" Piccolo yelled, charging down, followed by the others. Mister X made his way to his feet before turning into a fist from Piccolo, moving his head to the side. Piccolo laid into him, backing the android up slowly as each hit sent a shockwave rolling off. Piccolo slammed an elbow into Mister X's jaw, then another kick, turning and unleashing a solid knee into Mister X's chest. He stumbled back a couple of steps, but Krillin and Yamcha were already behind him, cloaked in red and sending a kick into the android's spine, confusing the stumbling behemoth as he was pushed forward a couple of feet.
"Follow my lead, Princess." Master Roshi told the Saiyaness, who grunted but acquiesced in curiosity. Master Roshi flew low, phasing as the recovering android went to step on him. Sarada appeared on the other side as Master Roshi phased in next to Mister X's head. They both threw kicks, but Mister X put up his arms to block, tanking them and whipping out his arms. They both dodged out of the way, having seen it coming. Piccolo flashed in, slamming a knee into Mister X's chin, making the behemoth take a couple steps back as he shook his head. He observed the hole in Mister X's chest, coming up with a plan on the fly. It was going to hurt, but it might work.
He ran in, reaching for the bloodied hole, grabbing it with his hands. Mister X didn't stand around, unleashing a blood-churning uppercut into Piccolo's chest, making the namekian crumple in agony.
Gohan saw his teacher go down, gritting his teeth and charging in.
"Wait, kid!" Yamcha nearly shouted out.
"LEAVE MISTER PICCOLO ALONE!" Gohan went to throw a punch, but Mister X reached up and caught it, ragdolling the boy a couple of times into the ground. He bounced hard a couple of times, struggling to get to his feet.
"Man, this guy's a freaking monster!" Krillin said as dread started to fill him.
"Don't let that get to you! This isn't Namek!" Master Roshi stated. He had an idea. Yamcha saw what he was doing, or about to try to do.
"Be careful Master Roshi! Th-that power can rip you apart!" Yamcha said as Sarada raised an eyebrow at the master's rising power level. Master Roshi looked back, his youthful face giving a knowing smirk.
"Yee have little faith, son heh heh heh... MAX KAIOKEN!" The master yelled out as his body cratered the ground beneath him. His body started to bulk up, though not quite as much as it did when he was older, and using his more basic, unrefined Max Power form. His aura gained a red tint to it as electricity sparked around him. He grew taller, pain on his face as his muscles bulged. Mister X patiently walked towards them as everyone else scattered. The ground shattered beneath Master Roshi's feet as he reared his fist back. The android did the same, each colliding with the other and sending shockwaves in the surrounding area. Master Roshi disengaged, connecting with an elbow to the jaw of the behemoth. Mister X came back with a vicious punch, but the master parried it away just enough, smashing a foot into the android's knee. Mister X fell to a knee as Master Roshi's bigger, slightly slower body barreled the android over with a roundhouse. He followed in, sending a knee into the android's side as he tumbled, sending him skyward. He followed, punching Mister X into the sky further and further, not giving the android a chance to recover.
Mister X finally was able to turn as he passed through a cloud, the snarl on his burned and bruised face evident of something retaliatory coming. It came moments later as Master Roshi went to send a kick into the android's stomach, only for Mister X to grab his ankle, pulling him in. Master Roshi could not guard fully in time as Mister X sent a straight, world-ending punch into the master's stomach.
"MASTER ROSHI!" Krillin and Yamcha both yelled, wreathed in red auras as they ascended, watching their master's body shrink and his aura fade as blood soared out of his mouth, having nowhere else to go. The young master fell from the sky as blood followed him.
"GET HIM KRILLIN!" Yamcha yelled in anger, pushing his Kaioken to Times 20. Ignoring the screaming protests his body made, he summoned a Spirit Ball, hurling it quickly at Mister X as the monk made a beeline for their falling master.
"I gotcha Master Roshi!" Krillin said, quickly flying down where Piccolo was just making it to his feet, trying to bring his student back to consciousness.
"Gohan…GOHAN!"
"Wha-M'ster…Piccolo?" Gohan's eyes opened.
"Uhh..uhh...thought we lost you for a second." Piccolo breathed out, taking in more air. Gohan was fully awake now, looking at the injured Master Roshi over Krillin's shoulder.
Things were dire as they watched Yamcha's desperate battle against Mister X. Sarada looked on, eyes trembling as she saw the struggle. How long would the Bandit be able to hold out?...
X gon give it to ya! I had to guys! You know it's funny, I was looking for information on the androids like 9-12 and such and really wasn't finding anything except failures for 10-12. I saw android 9 was modeled after Commander Red but that didn't really interest me, so I recreated Android 10, dubbed Mister X. He, as you see right now, is pretty no nonsense. With the exception of getting as close as he could to them to attack, he is pretty straight up. All fists, no bullshit!
And please don't hate me for Citizen Malice (lmao!) I doubt it will make another return. So I ask the question of: What if Doctor Gero didn't scrap all his androids? You're starting to see that. So will Yamcha survive his playtime with Mister X next chapter? What do you think? How will they beat this tank?
Power Levels:
Eric Clark: 11 (Boxer, slightly above human average)
Mister X: 100,000,000
Piccolo: 70,000,000 (Initial!)
Full Power: 86,000,000
Chi-Chi: 60,000 (Light training in GR)
Gohan: 3,100,000
1st Rage Boost: 25,000,000
2nd Rage Boost: 55,000,000
Krillin: 2,600,000
Kaioken Times 10: 26,000,000
Kaioken Times 20: 52,000,000 (Strained!)
Master Roshi: 1,750,000
Max Kaioken: 75,000,000
Yamcha: 2,900,000
Kaioken Times 15: 43,500,000
Kaioken Times 20: 58,000,000
Sarada: 2,500,000
Pushed to her max: 2,750,000
So before anyone asks, Yes. We're doing the Max Kaioken. Now to be clear, I am putting a limiter on it because of the crazy amount of strain it puts on one's body. Figuring Master Roshi is using a Kaioken Times 20 with Max Power, 75,000,000 sounded right to me. But it's going to get crazier next chapter! Stay reading until next time on Dragon Ball: BtG!